Books stacked high, the world
that burns like forever eyes
in the broken light of the summer sun.
Where are the words in my mouth?
They left my lips but I don’t know
where they went.
Thank you for reading,
-Alina
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- Raven Wings
Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form